Everyone's eyes suddenly fell into darkness, and they couldn't see their fingers, even if they were very close to each other, they couldn't even see the faces of the people around them, they were blind, and the pain of the storm tearing at their flesh was even more intense.

When the flying boat was overturned, all the people on the ship and all kinds of ornaments and utensils were thrown out by centrifugal force and swept into the flow layer, and the monks barely used their mana to protect themselves, and they could no longer care about others.

"Boom la la ......"

The waters of the West Sea were sucked in and poured down into icy rain, mixed with thunder and thunder, and the sky trembled.

Only a lightning bolt explodes from time to time in the storm, piercing a thrilling light in the darkness, can faintly illuminate the scene around him, the spiral of huge cloud bands on top of each other, rendered into an oppressive dark purple by the dark purple electric light, like thousands of pale dragons, roaring and rolling in the sky.

The flying boat was too large, even if it was a heaven-level low-grade magic weapon, and it was protected by a magic circle, not long after entering the wind wall, it couldn't resist a natural disaster of this level, and it didn't last long before it was torn to pieces.

I don't know how many islands the storm swept along the way, countless gravel and gravel, grass and tree branches, fragments of flying boats, all kinds of utensils, and even the stumps of people or animals, looming in the spiral cloud belt, which was terrifying to the extreme.

The sound of wind, rain, hail, thunder and lightning, and people's cries for help are mixed together and chaotic.

Fortunately, Bihua grabbed Zhuge Xuan's arm tightly at the moment when the flying boat was caught in the storm, so she didn't separate from her.

A thunderbolt slashed down not far away, illuminating a small piece of heaven and earth around him.

I saw that the broken torso of a giant tree in front of me was shooting towards them quickly with the wind.

Bihua didn't have time to think, subconsciously blocked in front of the heroine with her body, used all her mana to condense into an ice wall that exuded a cold air, and pulled her up to the side to avoid it.

Even at such a critical moment, Bihua did not forget to protect the heroine behind her.

The sixth layer of her Qi cultivation after the ninth turn is deeper than the aura stored in the later stage of ordinary Qi training, but this kind of dangerous place that even the real person of the Yuan Shen will be in danger, and her cultivation is really not enough.

Bihua had to resist the wind tearing, but also manipulate the ice wall to dodge the broken branches of the giant tree, and had already urged the mana to the limit, and the meridians around her body were faintly numb, but she still didn't completely avoid it.

The trunk of the tree, which was about half a hundred feet in diameter, grazed by her side with great force, and one of the corners hit the ice wall she condensed, Bihua snorted, and the arms of the seal were hit hard, and the ulnar radius of the elbow was torn in sharp pain.

I only hope that before being caught in the aura cyclone, the message for help sent to the sect and the nearby immortal sects can allow the seniors who came to the rescue to arrive in time to rescue the heroine and others.

Bihua thought tiredly.

There was a burst of blood in her chest, and a salty liquid poured from her chest and abdomen to her throat, which she forcibly swallowed, but there was still a trace of bright red overflowing from the corners of her lips, sliding down her chin and dyeing her clothes red.

The rain was beating on the face, and it was so cold to the bone.

The brilliance of the lightning was fleeting, and the world was once again in chaos.

Zhuge Xuan's eyes were blurry, she couldn't see the direction clearly, and only a pair of soft and boneless hands tightly grasped her hands in the darkness, so that she would not get lost in this chaos.

The soothing temperature comes from the ten fingers that are clasped together.

No matter how calm and calm Zhuge Xuan is on weekdays, after all, she is only a half-grown girl, and in this situation, she can't help but feel a little helpless, fear and panic, so that she can't help but get closer to the direction of the peak master.

Bihua was resisting the turbulent aura whirlwind, and suddenly felt a thin body on her side approaching her, and hugged her arm with some trembling.

Bihua couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the cub who had never kissed her was finally willing to take the initiative to get close to her, if it weren't for this kind of time, she would definitely be so excited that she burst into tears.

She thought so, but she didn't look back, and another thunderbolt fell in the distance, and the dim light stained her beautiful side face with a layer of lilac trim, and a snaking red blood stain on her snow-white skin was so dazzling.

Zhuge Xuan looked at the bloodstains, and for a while, infinite shame and remorse welled up in his heart.

In the Spiritual Qi Cyclone, even the power of the Transformation Stage may encounter danger, and the peak major is just practicing Qi, and it is still difficult to preserve himself, but he has never given up on himself.

At the moment of crisis, a person's sincerity can be seen best.

"Until this moment, the peak master has no intention of sacrificing an ordinary disciple like me, and he protects me with his body, how can he be such a monk who cares about people's lives?

I actually suspect that such a kind person to the extreme uses his own vicious mind to figure her out and misunderstand her.

When the peak lord extended assistance to our brother and sister, it should have been only out of her pure kindness, and I even suspected that her kindness was for her brother, what a kindness and revenge!"

Zhuge Xuan hugged Bihua's arm and bit her lower lip stubbornly, with worry in fear, remorse in shame, gratitude and emotion, and even wanted to cry with mixed feelings.

The peak master is obviously so weak, but he uses this weak body to cover himself from the wind and rain.

And he could only huddle behind her, dragging her down, watching her get hurt again and again in the storm, powerless.

A faint warmth begins on the skin and gradually spreads throughout the body.

Zhuge Xuan's vigilant and self-contained heart finally melted into soft spring water at this moment.

It's a pity that she is about to die, so she understands the sincerity of the little uncle.

Zhuge Xuan's eyes were a few points of crystal, and she couldn't help choking: "Uncle Xiao, don't worry about me, you just take care of yourself." ”

"Boom—"

At this moment, a thunderbolt exploded nearby, and the sound was so loud that it overshadowed Zhuge Xuan's voice.

Bihua grabbed the heroine and jumped over, avoiding the place where the thunder fell, and added another scorched black mark on her body.

She didn't hear clearly just now, and thought that the girl cub was scared, so she held her hand tighter in distress, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Seeing that the ice wall blocking the storm in front of him was getting darker and darker, and the two people under the shelter were getting more and more difficult, Zhuge Xuan was heartbroken and made a decision.

She finally glanced at Bihua, wanting to engrave this unique face deeply in her memory and never forget it.

The girl closed her eyes, took advantage of Bihua's unpreparedness, broke free of her hand, left the area shrouded in ice blue light, and fell downward.

Without her as a burden, Uncle Xiao will definitely be able to hold on longer and insist on coming to the rescue of the sect.

Uncle Xiao is such a high goddess, born to be dazzling, and it is a rare treasure that everyone in the world should cherish.

She is still so kind and weak, she should have been well cared for and held in the palm of her hand, and she should not stop here, turning into chisel powder with her humble life.

I can't drag down Uncle Xiao anymore.

I felt that my body was being torn apart by the storm, and the surface of my skin was oozing blood under the pressure, and it was extremely painful.

But Zhuge Xuan had no fear or resentment in his heart, just regret, regretting that his cultivation was too low and he couldn't protect his little uncle.

Uncle Xiao, I wish you to get out of this catastrophe, and from now on, you will have good fortune.

If there is an afterlife, I hope to enter the gate of Jiuning Mountain again and meet you, at that time, I will believe in you wholeheartedly, cultivate to that supreme place, protect the little uncle, and prevent you from suffering any more calamities, and protect you from worry-free in cultivating immortals.

She prayed silently in her heart, tears falling from the corners of her eyes to pieces in the wind.